Bliss has been hard to come by for the past week or so. We’ve been running in a million directions from dawn until well past dusk. By the time I’ve stopped every evening, all I have wanted to do was lie down with a book and crash.
I’ve tried to focus on bits of happiness, but in between bouts of grumbling and trying to make the rest of the world happy my own bliss has fallen by the way side. “Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll think of something I enjoyed this week.” I’ve muttered those words countless times over the past few days, and five minutes ago I sat down on the couch and several things popped into my head.
- The smile on Aidan’s face when he passed his test to move to the yellow belt class in karate. It was priceless. His grin was so huge, I thought his whole face was going to crack.
- Here Comes Honey Boo Boo The first time I watched this show I was horrified. It was like watching a train crash into a school bus while running over a herd of baby bunnies while the bunnies were delivering Easter eggs to needy children. Then I watched another episode. And another. I am hooked. The family is crazy, but Alana, unfortunately nicknamed Honey Boo Boo, is adorable. She’s cute, funny, and endearing, plus she has a pet pig named Glitzy. WHO NAMES A PIG GLITZY? Also, she says things like, “You’d better redneckognize!” WHAT!?! I’m addicted.
- Ben & Jerry’s Greek Frozen Yogurt – It’s greek yogurt. It’s frozen. It’s delicious. Ben & Jerry are freaking geniuses. How can you pass this little carton of goodness by? It has graham crackers mushed in. I’m in heaven.
They are all tiny little bits of joy, but they’re mine and when added together and coupled with the gorgeous cool, crisp, almost fall mornings we’ve had lately, life just doesn’t seem so bad.
If you Google “Bliss” the first few entries are for a spa in Los Angeles. Sure, I could find bliss for a few hours in a spa, who couldn’t? A facial, massage, mani/pedi, I’d be one happy chickie, but how long would it last?
What is bliss?
The title of this post makes no sense, right? Well, neither does this post.
After a conversation in the car last night with Aidan, I have decided to start a new feature called Advice From Aido. How often will his column appear? Who knows. He comes up with his pearls of wisdom very sporadically, but they are doozies and I feel it is my duty to share them with the world. I’m trying to make this spinning ball of rock a better place, yo. That brings us to our first column.
This conversation happened late last night while we were on the way home. We had just been to see Ice Age: Continental Drift (seriously cute stuff, btw) and were listening to The Hobbit on audiobook. I’m giving you this background so you know that the conversation that followed was so far out of left field it may as well have been on a different continent.
Hot Air Balloon Safety
Aidan: Mom, if you are ever riding in a hot air balloon and you happen to pass over some Indians, the first thing to know is don’t look down, ok?
Me: Um, ok.
Aidan: Second, if the Indians shoot arrows at you and one hits the balloon, but DOESN’T PASS THROUGH, leave it there. In other words, Mom, don’t pull it out if it’s stuck.
Me: Got it. Arrow stays lodged in balloon.
Aidan: If you leave it there, the balloon won’t pop or lose air. The arrow will keep the hole plugged.
That was the end of the conversation. Without any further explanation, he asked Rob to turn the book back on and resumed listening to Bilbo Baggins bargain with some elves. No Indians, not a sign of a hot air balloon, nothing. He reminds me of Professor Trelawney in Harry Potter, suddenly bursting out with a wild prediction before resuming her normal routine. They are pearls of 8 3/4 year old wisdom, hurled out of oysters and hitting me in the forehead and I intend to make a huge necklace out of them all.
I am a tattoo loving girl. If I could, I would have many more than I currently do, but when you work for the man you have to maintain a certain appearance. The last inkage I got was 3 years ago and I have been chomping at the bit for a new piece ever since. That said, I don’t get tattoos just for the hell of it. Every piece of art on my body has a story and this one is no different.
For longer than I can remember, I have been trying to follow the words of Joseph Campbell in my journey to figure out my life. This phrase inspires me on a daily basis…
That is a little too long for a tattoo, perhaps not on my shoulder or back, but I wanted to be able to see my inspiration every day so the best place for it was
Your feet take you everywhere you want to go every day of your life. If you are going to follow your bliss you have to start walking, even if it’s one step at a time.
After loads of procrastination (I am lazy) Rob finally got sick of listening to me saying I was going to get a new tattoo, so he called Studio 21 and booked my appointment. My partner in crime called the next day and managed to squeeze herself in with our artist, Phil, right before me! Yippee! New ink all around.
We arrived at the studio and like the dipshit I tend to be, I realized I had forgotten the drawing I had made for Phil to see. Best unintentional move ever. I told him what I wanted and he returned with a sketch that took my breath away. I gushed and squeed and we went to work.
Halfway through, Phil needed to take a little break so I looked down, gasped, and took this little doozy…
G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S. It was better than it had looked on the sketch. I couldn’t wait for him to finish the color! When he had asked about shading, I said, “Jewel tones. Bright green, blue, purple…I’ll let you decide.” In my head, each of the butterflies would be a solid color, so when Phil started lining up little ink cups (more than three) I was very curious to see what the end product would be.
I was not disappointed…
The whole piece is so much more than I imagined. I grin every time I look at my foot. My swollen, little foot. Yep, it hurt and my foot is a bit bruised and puffy, but it was totally worth it. For the rest of my life I will truly be able to follow my bliss.
After six months of being on and off the healthy eating roller coaster and seeing very few results (shocker) I am going to start back on the Eat to Live plan on Sunday. Why Sunday? Because it is STILL MY BIRTHDAY. Shut it. We have big dinner plans on Saturday and then it’s on like donkey kong.
The last time I did Eat to Live, I did really well. I shouldn’t have stopped. However, I am going to look at it a little differently this time. It’s going to have to be my way of life from now on. I am going to cycle the plan – the 6 week plan followed by 1 week off (within reason) then the cycle begins again. I love food way to much to give up indulgences all the time, but for six weeks at a time I am ready to go. I am writing up a workout schedule to go with my plan and I’m ready to tackle it.
The eating right and working out are a challenge for someone super lazy (me,) but the hardest thing I am going to do for this new life is give up Diet Coke. Diet Coke is my kryptonite. I love it so hard it’s ridiculous. However, it needs to go. Carbonated beverages need to be a thing of my past.
Oh yes, in my personal Garden of Eden, Diet Coke is indeed what the snake would have offered. I could have walked right past the damn apple, but an ice cold, straight from the fountain, poured over crushed ice Diet Coke. THAT would have been my downfall. I may have to do a little counter with my “Days Since Last Diet Coke” stats….
I’m ready to go, so let’s do this!
Hmmm….39. I am 39. Real 39, not “oh me? Yep, still 39.” Nope, I am real, honest to goodness, 100% 39 years old as of 2:17 p.m. EST yesterday. 364 days until I turn 40 and I feel like I should be making a list of things to do before I hit that milestone.
I’ve got nothing.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I don’t have the panicked, ohmygod, I HAVE to meet these goals or life as I know it will cease to exist feeling I usually have on my birthday. I’m happy at work. I’m happy at home. I’m happy with my family and with my friends. Sure I have a list of things I want to accomplish, but nothing is pressing on my soul right now.
Wait…craft room. Again. Damn vicious cycle.
Except for that, nothing. That makes this the perfect opportunity to make a list (I do love lists) of things that I want to do or get done just for fun, but I’m not giving myself a deadline!
- Clean the craft room. See above.
- Make a list of all my unfinished craft projects and actually finish a couple!
- Run some 5ks.
- Fit into the cute olive green skirt hanging in my closet.
- Buy a coloring book and new colored pencils. What? It’s excellent therapy.
- Watch House – the entire series
- Read everything in my TBR pile (this is the reason the list has no drop dead date)
- Redecorate our bedroom
- Own a Yorkshire terrier
- Spend a summer traveling…anywhere
- Organize my sock drawer – sometimes it’s the little things
- Live my bliss – done.
Look at that….13 to dos….now go check out some of the other 13′s!
Every year on my birthday, I stop for a second to do a little inventory of the past year. This year is no different and, quite frankly, I think I might need a do over. I looked at last year’s birthday post and it directed me to a list of 38 things I wanted to accomplish before I turned 38. I’ve managed to knock nine more things off the list, but I’m pretty sure a few of them are repeats. Oops.
The year before that, I was hanging out with the boys and running off to see Shrek: The Final Chapter. Apparently, when I turned 37 I had no goals. That sounds about right.
When I turned 36, I was THIS EXCITED about seeing Chris Pine and Christian Bale in movies on the same day and then gorging myself on fondue. Again, no goals. Again, sounds about right.
Today is my birthday. Today I am just going to sit back and enjoy the day. Today I am not going to think about what I want to accomplish before I turn the big Four-Oh. I am just going to reeeellllaaaaaax.
Thanks, Natalie Dee! I’m awake, now where’s the cake? I’ll have plenty of time tomorrow to think about where I want to be next year!
Like everyone else in the northern hemisphere, we headed outside last evening to watch the solar eclipse. I took a few dozen pictures, most of which meh at best. Then I took my lens away from the sky and started shooting.
Hopefully, Aidan’s love affair with the camera will last through the summer. I plan on taking lots of pictures and don’t particularly want them all to look like this…
I’m keeping everything crossed that he’ll humor me and let me shove my lens in his face a few thousand times.
Every once in awhile you come across something you just can’t unsee no matter how hard you try. If you’re on Pinterest, it happens at least once a week. Along with the funny, creative, brilliant, pretty, witty, delicious pins, you find the truly horrifying. Usually, they are horrifying in a spit your diet coke all over your computer screen because you’re laughing so hard way, but sometimes…….notsomuch.
I am a giver, so today I am sharing some of the most eyeball searing, whatthehell inducing pins I have had the good fortune of fixing. You’re welcome.
First up, the Men’s Panty Stocking because it’s what every serious business man needs.
Seriously. I just don’t…..yeah, I got nothing.
Let’s follow that little gem with the vagina wedding dress. When you just NEED to make sure your new spouse will be able to find your boggina.
Last, but most certainly not least, the knitting project I will never make. Ever. Ever, ever, ever. Even if someone paid me a million dollars…ok, in that case I would think about it for a minute.
Who needs sweater boxers? Who needs sweater boxers with a penis pocket? Some knitters have waaaaaay too much time on their hands.
If you have some free time, hop on over to Pinterest. You never know what you might find….
Yesterday, Aidan and I looked at the calendar and counted the days….51 more and we’ll be in Disneyland! Rob has a conference to attend, so Aidan and I are tagging along for the ride. We’ve been plotting and planning our days and plan to spend hours on rides followed by hours in the super awesome pools at the Disneyland Hotel.
We’ve made a list of our favorite rides and these are the ones we plan on riding over and over and over again!
- Space Mountain – Aidan is 8. What did you think he is favorite ride was going to be?
- The Matterhorn
- Big Thunder Mountain Railroad
- California Screamin’
- Grizzly River Run – the wetter, the better!
- Indiana Jones Adventure
- Splash Mountain – of course. We’re going to the parks in July. This is a must!
- Haunted Mansion – I prefer it all decked out for the holidays in it’s Nightmare Before Christmas finery, but I’ll settle for old school this time.
- Pirates of the Carribean – We like to play “Spot the Jack Sparrows.”
- Enchanted Tiki Room – technically it’s not a ride, but I love those stupid birds!
- Toy Story Mania – the last time we were at Disneyland, Rob and Aidan went on this one while I was fighting food poisoning. When Aidan and I tried to go later, the ride broke after we’d been in line for an hour. I am determined to go this time!
- Star Tours – Now that it’s been revamped, my little Star Wars nut wants to check out all the new, shiny fun!
We have five days to play, play, play and I am so excited I can barely stand it! Rob will join us in the evenings, and I’m sure we’ll spend plenty of time splashing around in the pools, but we plan on riding as many rides as many times as we can! 51 days and counting.